Tsk.
'What a shame.'
'But who in their right mind would dare to fight Mr. Sterling for a woman?'
'Even if he had ten times the nerve, he wouldn't dare cross Tristan Sterling.'
'Forget it, just forget it.'
'There are plenty of other women out there.'
'Holly Sinclair might be the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, but he had neither the skill nor the courage to snatch food from a tiger's mouth.'
As Langdon thought this, he hastily bowed and scraped his apologies to Holly Sinclair. "My apologies, my apologies! I was just joking with you, Miss Sinclair. You're a bigger person than I am, please don't stoop to my level. Hehehe, I'll punish myself with a drink... No, no, no, three drinks! I'll punish myself with three drinks!"
Langdon hurriedly downed the three glasses of baijiu in front of Holly Sinclair, finishing every last drop.
He drank so quickly that he even choked, coughing until his face turned beet-red in a pathetic display.
